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Now there's a thought. A trip to the sauna perhaps?

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Timmy and Peter walked home together at the end of the day. Although the sauna was open until 10pm, it was rarely busy at that time and Bill said with a smirk he was happy to take care of any latecomers. Peter’s mother was still out, so they headed round to Timmy’s place. “Hello, you two.” Said Timmy’s mother as she opened the door and ushered them inside. “You look happy with yourself, Peter. How many cocks came up you today?” Peter flushed. He still hadn’t got used to Timmy’s mother and her involvement in their sex lives “A few” He mumbled. She laughed and smacked his fat arse. “Grandad’s in the living room. Go and say hello whilst I make some tea. If he gets in your pants just don’t drip spunk on my sofa.” They went through to the lounge. The old man was sat on the battered sofa watching horse racing on the TV. He was wearing only lounge pants and his naked torso sprouted grey hair. “Hi, lads,” He said. “Come and sit on the couch, Peter.” Peter went and sat beside him. “How’s it going, Timmy?” He said, undoing Peter’s trousers. “Alright, I guess,” Said Timmy. “It was busy today. A bloke came into fix some plumbing and ended up with Sid and Arthur’s cum up his arse!” Grandad laughed as he released Peter’s cock and began to stroke it. “Ah, well. I think I know who you mean. Was it Kevin the other guy’s partner?” As he spoke, he dipped his head and began slowly licking and sucking Peter’s little cock. Peter lay back, red faced, watching the old man’s head bobbing up and down. It was hot in the room, so Timmy stripped off his clothes and sat naked in the arm chair watching and stroking his cock. “Yes.” He said. “Took to it like a trooper. Well pregnant now I should think.” Timmy’s mum came in carrying some tea. “Crumbs,” She said, watching Grandad fellating Peter. “Can’t leave you alone for 5 minutes. Get your mouth off his cock and drink your tea.” There was a knock at the door. Timmy’s mum went down the hall and opened the door. To her surprise, it was Timmy’s maths teacher, Mr Jones. “Hello!” She said, I haven’t seen you since Timmy left school.” “Oh...hello...”He said, now a little shy. “I heard Timmy didn’t go off to college, and I wondered how..you know..how he was getting on?” She looked at the short, overweight old man with his pink face, wispy white hair and pudgy fingers tugging anxiouly at a grimey shirt cuff. She had always had her suspicions about Mr.Jones and there was something about his creepy manner which raised those thoughts again. Should she let him in? The expression on his face would be priceless. “Timmy is here with his friend, Peter. Why don’t you come in? Mind you, you will have to take us as you find us!” She took his coat and he waddled off down the hall. As she hung it up, she heard him say “Oh my!” in a high pitched, lispy voice. In the living room, Peter was now naked and kneeling on the sofa being none too gently buggered by Grandad who stood behind him. “Who...who’s..this then?” He gasped. Timmy’s mother took in the open-mouthed old teacher as he saw the big cock sliding in and out of the fat upraised backside and said. “Here’s Mr.Jones come to see how you are getting on, Timmy” Mr Jones glanced across, and did another double take as he saw his former pupil naked and stroking a rather stiff erection. “Wow!” Timmy sat forward, grabbing his tee-shirt and hiding his cock. “ Wh...what are you..doing here?” Mr Jones couldn’t speak. His mouth was dry, and his trousers were uncomfortably tight with the sight and smell of sweaty sex before him. “Would you like some tea?” She asked sweetly, “I’m sure grandad won’t be long. Timmy, put down that silly shirt and come and give me a hand.” Timmy slowly dropped his tee shirt and stood up. His cock was ramrod stiff and Mr Jones almost reached out to touch it as Timmy went past and into the kitchen. “Nice of you to..oof that’s soft...to come round, Mr Jones.” Said Grandad, sweat dripping on to the upraised buttocks “ Can you ...oh yes...stay long?” Mr Jones licked his lips “Well...I...I don’t want to intrude” Grandad shook his head “No bother.. oh yeah I’m definitely cumming!” He gave a gasp and his wrinkled buttocks quivered as he shot into Peter’s bottom. “Thats better!” He gasped stepping back until his wet, slimey cock fell out of the arsehole followed by a drool of sperm. Mr. Jones felt his heart miss a beat as he saw the sperm rimmed hole. He’d been fucked bareback! “erm… isn’t that rather...you know..risky?” He said, nodding at Peter’s dripping hole. “Well, now..”said Grandad. “You might be right. But that’s what an arsehole is for – to be bred and filled with poz babies. Peter here is already pregnant, aren’t you lad?” Peter looked over at Mr. Jones, wriggled his fat bottom and said “Hello Mr. Jones, remember me?” “Oh my.” Mr. Jones felt himself sliding into a situation which scared him, but which he also felt a growing craving to take further. He really should go, these people were depraved. But he couldn’t go, he felt too excited, too drawn like a moth to a flame. “You look like you need to sit down.” Said Grandad. He took Mr Jones hand and guided him over to the sofa, sitting him down between himself and Peter. “So, you taught these two young men maths?” He said, putting his hand onto the teachers thigh. “Y..yes..”He said, his eyes drawn to Peter’s little cock which was standing up from his belly. “What’s your first name, mate?” Said grandad, beginning to pull at his belt and undo his fly. “James...Jim..”Said the teacher. Grandad had his belt open and pulled down the zip. His big belly billowed out and his cock made a tent of his underpants. “Well now, Jim, lets just slip these down, shall we?” Grandad tugged at his trousers and pants and slipped them down to his ankles. Jim closed his eyes as his cock was exposed to their gaze. It was small and wrinkled and only just stood out from his thighs “Ah, here’s the tea.” Timmy’s mother appeared with a tray which she put on the table. “Do you take sugar?” She asked. Grandad’s hand had slipped beneath the teacher’s ample bottom and was probing his hole. It must have been wet with something because it slipped inside “yes please...oooh..ooh.”His eyes widened as the finger slid sensuously in and out of his hole. “Mr. Jones name is Jim” said Peter. “Well don’t mind me.” She said, sitting in a chair and raising her cup. Timmy had returned and stood behind the sofa. Grandad looked up and winked at him, nodding at his cock and then at Jim. “How are things at the school? He undid Jim’s shirt and took it off, revealing a flabby pink torso with big brown nipples. “F..fine..it’s end of term now...”blushing furiously at being naked in front of Timmy’s mother. “That’s good.” said Grandad, “ Now just turn round and kneel on the sofa. That’s right, show us your lovely arsehole. Beautiful” Jim found himself kneeling on the sofa, bottom sticking out and face to face with Timmy’s erect cock. “Isn’t it lovely?” whispered Grandad, carefully smearing lube over Jim’s arsehole. “I bet you didn’t know he’d grown into such a big one. Why don’t you hold it?” Jim reached out and held the quivering, stiff flesh and knew he was lost. He knew what he wanted which was to feel this wonderful cock inside him. “He’s poz, like me and Peter,” Grandad whispered in his ear. “Does that make you want it in you more?” Jim groaned and lowered his head. He couldn’t speak. He could call a halt. He could leave. But the thought of taking Timmy’s cock and in front of his mother was breathtaking. Grandad nodded his head and Timmy went round behind the big bottom of his old teacher. He pushed his cock at the pink slit and the head slid inside Jim raised his head and his eyes went wide. What was he doing! This was madness! “Easy,” said Grandad. “Just let him put it inside you and see how it feels. Here, try this.” He produced a brown bottle and unscrewed the cap. “Wha..what is it?” “Just something to help you relax. Sniff” Jim took an experimental sniff and felt his head swim and his body melting. “Oh gosh!” He said. As he spoke, Timmy slid his cock fully up into Jims arse, smiling across at his mother who mouthed “naughty boy!” at him. The teacher’s arse was hot, wet and tight and Timmy knew he wouldn’t last long. “There now,” whispered Grandad. “Isn’t that nice? Do you want him to stop?” Jim was overcome. The cock sliding in and out felt so wonderful, so right and the poppers made him want to stretch his hole even wider. He just sagged and closed his eyes as Timmy fucked him. His thrusts were getting harder and his cock was throbbing. “Do you want him to stop, Jim? Or do you want him to shoot his poz cum in you and give you a baby? Jim gave a little sob. He had a vision of himself kneeling being fucked by Timmy and what was going to happen. Yet it felt so right, as if the most natural thing in the world was he should be impregnated by this young man. “Yes please” He whispered back. Grandad nodded at Timmy who was pleased to be able to let go at last. He thrust in further, feeling his cock throb, his balls tighten, then he was spurting, spurting into the hot wet hole. Jim felt Timmy orgasm deep inside him and knew he was being filled with tainted sperm as grandad kissed his cheek and whispered “welcome to the club, Jim.” When Timmy finished, he pulled out slowly so only a drool of cum leaked out. Timmy’s mum got to her feet and picked up a towel from the tray. She wiped Jim’s arse with it and said “ Well now, I expect you could use some more tea, eh Jim?”

Ah well, I think you'll find Timmy and Peter are indeed poz sluts with pregnant tummies, as are all the denizens of the sauna. Soon Kevin will fall pregnant too, which will be an interesting situation for him to deal with. Meanwhile, the sauna waits in its seedy side street for some other innocent young man to cross its portal and encounter Sid, Arthur and all the others and find themselves being fucked and impregnated in the filthy back room.....

Bill smiled when he saw Kevin descending the stairs, naked and carrying his clothes. Sid had told him about the scene upstairs "took to it like a duck to water," he'd said. Bill pictured the sperm swimming in Kevin's belly and thought it wouldn't be long before he and his partner, Eric, were both in the club. "Hello, Kevin," he said "Finished the job upstairs? Why are you naked?" Kevin flushed. "Yeah...the cistern is fixed. "He looked over to Sid who was sitting drinking tea in the little lounge off reception. "Er...Sid said it would be okay...you know...since I'm here..." He tailed off in embarrassment. Bill laughed. "Don't worry. I know him and Arthur fucked you silly upstairs. It's nice to have a newbie. Give me your stuff and I'll put it in a locker." Kevin's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat as he handed over his clothes and stood naked against the counter. Bill smiled to himself. The sauna was quite busy today, there were a couple of guys in the lounge with Sid eyeing up Kevin's ample backside and more were up in the TV lounge. He had an idea which would turn this nervous little guy into a pig and ensure he went home pregnant. "Let me show you around," he said "Let's start with the basement...."

Cool! Thats the place! Brings back memories. It was sleazy as I recall. I slipped out one afternoon from a conference in the metropole. I met this nice daddy with a small beard who took me upstairs, laid me on a couch in one of the rooms and fucked me with my legs over his shoulders. I remember I said how nice it was to feel his bare cock in me. He said something like yes, like nature intended then said "Are you poz like me?" How exciting to have a man's cock in you and be asked a question like that!

Kevin lay panting on the sofa, his arse still throbbing and wet from Sid's cock. He was alone with only the porn film breaking the silence. After a few moments, he got heavily to his feet. He could feel sperm between his buttocks and his hole was puffy and swollen when he touched it with his forefinger. What had he done? Was he carrying their babies? He thought back to his partner being off sick and realized that he probably had the fuck flu. He sighed deeply. And then there was the question of what would he tell his wife if his fears came true? Yet his cock had never felt so stiff below his ample belly and he felt sooo excited. He went back across the corridor and collected his clothes. He debated putting them on, leaving the sauna and hoping nothing would happen. Perhaps he would be lucky. He could go back to his old life..... He smiled at himself in the mirror. "Oh my..." He said out loud. "But what if I am pregnant now?" He giggled and reached back to feel the sperm between his cheeks. "I think it would be nice to do it some more." Carrying his clothes in a bundle, he made his way down the narrow staircase to the reception area.

I used to go to an old sauna in Brighton too. Where was it? I remember going upstairs to a room with a couch and being fucked by a nice Daddy type who asked me if I was poz like him once he was already in me!

Kevin stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He was flushed and his eyes were bright with excitement. It couldn't hurt could it? He thought. After all, it was a gay sauna. You were meant to be naked, right? The thought of undressing and walking naked into another room with other men made his breath catch in his throat and he could feel his little cock swelling in his jeans. He raised the tee shirt over his head and discarded it. His chubby torso ran with sweat and his tits jiggled as he lowered his arms. Then he undid his belt and dropped his jeans and finally lowered his underwear. Taking a deep breath, he opened the bathroom door and peered out. There was no one around, but he could hear voices from a room opposite, one of which sounded like Sid. Ok, he thought. Here goes. He stepped across the hall, opened the door and went in. A TV on the wall was playing a porn movie and Sid was sat on a battered old sofa talking to an old, wizened man who was idly rubbing an enormous cock with a ring around the base as they chatted. But this wasn't what made the hairs stand up on Kevin's neck or his cock twitch with excitement. On the far side was another sofa on which knelt the young lad - Timmy was it? - being fucked in the arse by a thin, bald man with rings in his tits and a sagging backside covered in wrinkles. Both were covered in sweat, and the lad rested his head on the sofa back looking slightly bored as the thin man thrust at him. He could see the man's cock sliding in and out and was surprised to see it was bare. No condom. Wasn't that supposed to be unsafe? "Ah, Kevin. Come in and sit down." Sid patted the sofa between him and the old man. They seemed unconcerned about what was happening. Kevin had never seen anyone having sex, let alone two men and yet it all seemed so matter of fact. He went over and sat down on the none to clean sofa. He could feel the heat from the two bodies next to him. "This is Arthur", said Sid. Arthur smiled, revealing blackened and broken teeth. "Hello" He said, rubbing his cock lasciviously. Kevin gulped as he saw precum leaking from the bulbous head. "We were just talking about the new shopping mall in the town centre." Said Sid. "You been yet?" " I..I...no, not yet." Kevin replied. There was someone being buggered right opposite, and these two were talking about shopping! He felt something slipping, something changing in him. He felt something was going to happen but he wasnt sure how it would start. Arthur produced a small brown bottle, unscrewed the lid and took a sniff. The aroma was pungent and even sitting next to him, Kevin felt his head swim a little and a weird sensation as if his body was melting. "Try some," Said Sid. "Poppers. Make you feel relaxed." Kevin took the bottle and sniffed. Wow! The aroma swept through him, his heart raced and he felt really horny. What was this? Opposite them, the thin man groaned and his body shuddered in orgasm. After a few moments, he pulled back. His cock flopped out of the lads arsehole which leaked wetness. "Thanks." Said the man and left. "I was at the mall yesterday," Said Arthur, taking Kevin's hand and wrapping it around his slimey cock. "It were quite busy." Sid hefted one of Kevn's tits and tweaked the nipple, making him groan . "Well, it will be good for the town." Arthur pushed the bottle under Kevin's nose, making him breathe deeply. He gasped and sagged into the cushions. He had never felt to horny. They could do anything and he wouldn't care! He saw Timmy watching with a grin. He nodded and raised a thumb at Kevin. Arthur stood up and offered his cock to Kevin who took it eagerly into his mouth, moaning as he tasted the dripping precum. "You been to the new mall yet, Kevin?" Said Sid. Arthur pulled out his cock and Kevin felt himself being pulled up and turned to kneel on the sofa cushions. "N..no.."He replied. What was this? What was happening? The bottle appeared again and he sagged in surrender. Something cool and slippery was applied to his arsehole. "You should go, it's quite impressive." He felt Athur get behind him, his boney fingers digging into his flabby cheeks. Suddenly , the man's cock began to push into him. "Whoa! No!" He said, but the big, slimey head was opening him up, opening him up until, like a cork out of a bottle it slid in followed by the stiff shaft with a delicious, slippery rush. "Oh, my...."Kevin sagged in surrender as he was impaled on the old cock. The man began to move it slowly in and out. It felt so good that Kevin could only push his arse back to meet it even though he knew the cock in him was bare. "Yeah..ah.. good!" Grunted Arthur, his balls slapping against Kevin's as he thrust harder. "Have to make this a quickie, I've got a clinic appointment this morning." He began to thrust hard. Kevin realised he wasn't going to pull out. He intended to cum in him! He moaned and started to get up, but Sid pushed the bottle under his nose and he sagged in surrender. "Well hurry up," Said Sid "Or you'll miss the bus into town." Arthur grunted and suddenly pushed into Kevin. He felt the cock swelling as the old man jerked and shuddered "C..cumming!" He gasped and then it was throbbing, throbbing and Kevin realised his cum was spurting into him. "Ah, that were good!" Said Arthur, belching loudly as he pulled his cock out of Kevn's arse. A drool of sperm dribbled over Kevin's balls as he panted with emotion. Arthur smacked his arse affectionately. " You're proper fucked now, matey! See you later Sid." Kevin looked at Sid. "Wh..what...cliinic is he going to?" He asked, though he already guessed the answer. Sid stood up, and Kevin saw the biohazard symbol above his thickening cock. "Arthur's been poz for years." He said "Not on meds either. Just going for his checkup to monitor his viral load." He got behind Kevin and stroked his arse. " I guess your probably pregnant now, but want some more babies to make sure?" Kevin's heart missed a beat and his breath caught in his throat. He felt a huge sense of relief, as if he had finally found his place in the world. He reached bac and pulled his cheeks apart, offering himself. "Please, sid "He gasped " Give me a your babies!" Sid smiled, pushed forward and slid up his rectum, feeling Arthur's spunk around his cock. "Go and tell Bill to put the kettle on, Timmy. Oh, and he might want to meet Kevin, here. I'm sure he would like a go up his tail." With that he began to thrust happily in and out, relishing the tightness in his balls as orgasm approached...

Kevin followed Bill upstairs. He could hear the sound of porn playing somewhere in one of the side rooms and the sound of someone moaning and obviously having sex in another. By the time they reached the small bathroom with the shower and toilet, Kevin was sweating profusely, and his heart was beating fast. He was excited yet scared, finding himself in this unknown environment where anything could happen, and yet somehow feeling he wanted to be there. "Here," said Bill "The cistern won't stop filling. I guess a valve has failed." Kevin nodded and put down his bag of tools. "Okay, shouldn't take long." Bill nodded. "Great. When you've finished, come down for a cup of tea." Then he left. Kevin set to work. It was an easy job to change the valve. He was just flushing it to test it, when the door opened and a tall, thin guy in a towel came in. "Fixed, huh?" He said to Kevin who was kneeling putting his tools away. Kevin nodded and the man said "Great" as he dropped his towel to reveal a long thin cock which he pointed at the bowl and began to piss. Kevin was shocked as he looked at the cock pissing inches from his face. But he couldn't keep his eyes off it as the flow subsided and the man began to rub it slowly until the foreskin retracted over the big purple head and it was erect. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen a man's cock before today, and here he was with a fully erect cock pointing at his face. He should leave, but it was fascinating, and he really wanted to touch it. There was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol on the man's belly. Kevin knew it from hazardous chemicals he handled, but he couldn't figure out why someone should have a tattoo of one. "Suck it." He said. Kevin could feel the heat from the man's cock as he moved it towards his face. "I...I'm not gay." He mumbled. The man laughed. "Yeah? I think you are. You want to taste it, don't you?" With that, he pushed his cock against Kevin's mouth. "Just a little taste," thought Kevin. "No-one will ever know" He opened his lips and slid the cock into his mouth. It tasted smooth and silky. "Yeah, "said the man. "Suck it. Tastes nice, doesn't it?" Kevin couldn't reply. There was a saltiness to it now, and he could taste wetness from the tip. He moaned and found himself giving way to the excitement as well as a feeling of shame that he was kneeling with a cock in his mouth. Abruptly, the man pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth and patted his head. "I'm Sid," He said. "I think you should meet some of the others. You're a good little pig, I can tell. Come over to the sitting room and I'll introduce you. He opened the door "By the way. Lose the clothes before you do, right?" Then he left.

Kevin parked up and found the non-descript door in the side street which, from the number on the peeling paintwork, he judged to be the sauna. He was curious to see inside the place Eric was keen to keep to himself. The door was answered by a guy in shorts and tee shirt who introduced himself as Bill. "Come in." He said and led Kevin into a small reception area. The atmosphere was hot and slightly steamy and smeeled of damp and body odour. A young man appeared with a mop and smiled hello. To Kevin's shock, he was completely naked. "Where's Eric?" Asked Bill. When Kevin didn't reply, he saw why and laughed. "This is Timmy. It's a male only, Gay sauna and Timmy works here. Is that a problem? Kevin felt his mouth go dry and his little cock twitched in his trousers. "N..no. No problem." Replied Kevin, his eyes glued to the lad's cock which swung half hard as mopped the floor. "Eric has the flu and asked me to call" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Flu, eh? Well, we're not surprised are we Timmy? Dirty sod!" Kevin wasn't sure what he meant, but he blushed as Bill whacked Timmy on his bare bottom. "Come on." He said. "There's a leak in the cistern on the toilet upstairs. I'll show you where it is."

Kevin's story Kevin left the house with his wife's sarcastic comments about how useless he was still ringing in his ears. Middle-aged, over weight with pronounced tits no baggy tee shirt could hide, he was cursed with a small cock which was the reason for her sarcasm. He got in the van with relief and started up. There was a message on his phone from Eric his business partner in the small plumbing business they ran. Apparently, he was off sick with a bad case of flu and he could hardly get out of bed. He sounded really sick. He said there was a job needed doing at a sauna in town. Kevin knew Eric liked to keep jobs there to himself, and was always going back to "make sure everything was ok." This time, there was a leak in a bathroom so it couldn't wait and could Kevin take a look? By the way, the message finished, keep an open mind and Eric was sure Kevin would enjoy the experience. Kevin raised a curious eyebrow at what that could mean, shrugged, and started up the engine. He scratched under his tits through the sweat stained tee shirt. "Oh well," he said to himself. "Get's me out the house and going somewhere new. Might be fun." With that he put the van into gear and pulled out into the traffic.... ...to be continued

There was a break in the flow of cocks eager for my arse and I managed to get off the slippery leather bench, grab the mop and torch and stagger upstairs. Bill was drinking tea behind the counter and grinned as he saw me emerge sweating and slimey with lube and spunk. "I guess you didn't get a chance to clean up!" He laughed. "Oh well, it'll wait until closing time now." I nodded and went off for a shower. As I was reveling in the hot water, I heard the doorbell ring, then Bill's voice saying "Hi" to Peter's mother who asked if he and Martin were ready to go. I dried off and walked naked into reception They were chatting at the counter. Peter's mother looked me up and down and said "Hello Timmy, getting much?" I flushed as Bill laughed, conscious of the spunk inside me. Arthur appeared and asked for a coffee "Hello, missus." He said She smiled. "Been up to no good?" and he winked at her, rubbing his cock which always seemed to be half hard. There were footsteps on the stairs and Martin appeared. He was, of course, nude and his face was a picture of embarassment as he saw Peter's mother standing there. "Oh..my." He said, standing with his hands in front of his stubby cock. "Well," She said "What have we here? Have these naughty men got up your bum, Martin?" His mouth gaped open and he went even redder in the face. Arthur's cock had risen to full erection and he pulled Martin over to the counter. "Don't mind if I get a bit do you?" He said to Peter's mother. "He's still nice and tight." "Help yourself," She replied "Don't mind me" Arthur pushed Martin face down on the counter. She handed him a sachet of lube and watched him anoint his cock then slide it into Martin's fat bottom with a satisfied grunt. Martin gasped and looked at her and she just patted him on the head "Good lad. Knock him up Arthur." Arthur began to thrust in and out as She turned to Bill. "So, is Peter around?" "He'll be down in a minute, I think" Said Bill "What are you doing tonight?" They chatted as Martin was buggered next to them, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. " Ahh..." gasped Arthur after a while. "I'm cumming!" He pushed into the lad and his slack buttocks clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed as he spurted. After a few minutes he pulled out and we all saw the heavy drool of sperm leaking from Martin's cunt. Bill produced the old rag from under the counter and Peter's mother used it to wipe Martin's bottom. "Right then," She said "Go and get dressed and Timmy here can go and get Peter. It's time we went home for tea.2

underneath to mop the floor. I felt hands on my buttocks, feeling for my hole. A finger slid up me. I guessed it was lubed up with KY or maybe someone's spunk. I saw a fat, grinning face as I looked over my shoulder and as I stood up he pressed his body against my back, his skin slippery with sweat and his cock was big and stiff against my back. Someone took my hand and pulled me towards the bench in the back of the cellar. Another hand took the torch and switched it off, plunging us into darkness. There was a crowd around me now and a sharp tang of poppers which made my heart race. "Oh no," I thought. "Looks like they want their fun. " I found my self in the deepest, darkest part of the cellar. Bodies pressed in on me. A hand grabbed my chin and a mouth descended on mine. The tongue slid into my mouth and I felt other hands grabbing my cock. But it wasn't my cock they wanted. I was twisted round and forced down onto the bench. My arms were twsted behind my back and I felt boney fingers lifting my hips so my bottom was upraised. Like a fly in a web, the more I struggled the tighter I was held. Then I felt the first body behind me. His cock slid over my buttocks, down my crack and into my cunt with a slippery rush. He grunted and began to thrust in and out. I couldn't see anything. I was reduced to an open hole and the sensation of a heavy cock vigorously buggering me. I groaned with pleasure as he held my hands behind my back and leant into me. " C...c...Cumming!" He gasped hoarsely and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted into me. He slapped my backside and pulled out so brutally my hole gaped and a thick drool of cum slid over my balls. I sagged onto the bench, gasping for breath and another, heavier body got on top of me. I felt a flabby belly squashing onto my back as stubby fingers pulled my cheeks apart. His cock was big and fat as it worked it's way up me. When he was balls deep he grunted happily and began to slide slowly in and out....

The lad was pale and sweaty but his little cock was stiff under his belly and he gave me a weak smile. "Take him off to the shower, mate." Said Bill to the other man. He nodded and led Martin off, giving me a glimpse of his bottom shiny and dripping with cum. Bill sighed happily. " Bloody hell!" He said " That was fun. Going to need a bit of cleaning up under the sling down there, Timmy." I nodded and headed off with the bucket and a mop. It was pitch black, and I could hear movement and guessed most of the trolls were still there. "Don't mind me." I said. "I need to clean up." I switched on the torch. The beam played over naked bodies crammed into the space, the skin glistening with sweat. Someone was being fucked in the sling and I had to bend down

It was fairly quiet, though Arthur emerged from the sauna as I was mopping the floor outside. "Where is everyone?" He asked. I told him about Martin and the gangbang in the basement. He licked his lips and his cock had risen beneath his scrawny belly, the purple head drooling precum from the puffy slit. " Wow!" He said. " I need a piece of that!" with a grin, he scuttled off downstairs with his cock in his hand. I finished my work and went back to the desk for some tea. I was just reading the paper when there were footsteps and voices on the basement stairs. Bill emerged with another man holding Martin between them. The lad was

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At the top of the stairs, Bill stopped and said "You know what? I might just go back down and keep an eye on cousin Martin." He was stroking his erection and I guessed Martin was going to get Bill's full attention. I shrugged. "Ok, I'll check out the place and see if anyone wants a drink or something." Bill scurried back down the stairs. I heard a low moan and Martin's slurred voice saying " Oh..oh...oh...please stop..oh it's soo big..." As he was buggered in the darkness.

"Guess who's downstairs?" I said. "Cousin Martin. He has a message for you, apparently." The old man ignored me, sliding happily in and out of Peter's arsehole and obviously set on working to a climax. Peter gave a low moan of pleasure and sagged over the sofa. "Be there in a minute!" He gasped, licking his lips with pleasure. I grinned and left them to it. Downstairs was getting busier. The doorbell rang, but there was no sign of Bill. I let the customer in, gave him a key then went into the sitting room. As I expected, Bill was there with Martin. The lad was lying back on an old sofa with his trousers and underpants around his ankles. Bill was kneeling between his legs fondling his small dick which was stiff and wet. Martin's face was flushed and sweaty , and he was inhaling a bottle of poppers like it was nectar. "Ahh, there you are." Said Bill. "Martin here is just relaxing, aren't you Martin?" There was just a groan in reply and I realised the poor thing was flying on poppers and out of it. Bill gave me an evil grin. "I think it might be nice to show Martin around as Peter is busy, shall we?" I helped the lad off with his tee shirt. Bill helped him to his feet and he stumbled out of his trousers and pants. His body was smooth and rather rubbery with a floppy belly over his tiny cock with its fuzz of ginger hair. He smiled vaguely at me and his face and chest were flushed red from the poppers. "This way, Martin." Said Bill "Come and see our nice basement." I could tell Bill was really excited. His cock was stiff and drooling as we took Martin by the arms and guided him over to the basement steps. Bill grabbed a torch and we wet down. It was hot, smelly and pitch black, but we could sense other bodies in the space around us. Bill flicked on the torch and we saw there were at least half a dozen men. They were real denizens, older, pozzed and depraved. An old man was bent over the couch in the corner being fucked by another man with sagging buttocks and veiny legs. "Oh my!" Martin's eyes went wide and his expression was a comical mixture of surprise, horror and curiosity. Gently, Bill held the bottle to his nose and Martin sagged against me as the poppers did their work. The men weren't bothered about the torchlight. Several turned to look at us, and I saw them nudge each other and indicate Martin's body. From somewhere, Bill produced a tube of lube. He smeared a dollop on his finger and began to rub it between Martin's ample buttocks. "Wha... what are you doing?" He slurred as I parted his buttocks so Bill could lube him up. "Just a little lube, Martin. Doesn't that feel nice? His finger was flicking in and out and Martin groaned in surprise. "oooh!" He said " Feels good!" Bill raised an eye and indicated the couch. "I think it's time we got Martin here pregnant, don't you? He whispered. I nodded in agreement. We eased him forward and the little group of trolls parted to let us to the couch. Gently, Bill pushed Martin face down so he was bent over the slimey plastic. He told him to rest his head on his arms, gave him more poppers and stroked his head. "Who wants to be first?" He said. Beside us, the man fucking the other troll stopped and pulled out his cock. He was probably in his fifties, but looked older with a pot belly and spindly legs. A faded biohazard tattoo adorned his belly. He grasped his cock in his veiny fist. It was drooling cum and slick with lube. "Don't mind if I do!" He grinned. He got behing the upraised bottom, positioned his cock and began to push it into Martin's arse. "Oww!" He cried and began to struggle. Bill held his shoulders down as I opened the bottle and put the poppers under his nose "Easy! " Said Bill. " Just relax and let him fuck you" He stroked Martin's head. The poppers took effect and I heard Martin gasp as his body relaxed. The man grunted with satisfaction, pushed forward and sank his cock into the young body. He began to thrust gently in and out. Martin's gasps of pain turned to sobs of pleasure as he lay there being sodomised for the first time. The man's thrusts became more urgent and he announced he was going to come. "You poz, I take it?" Said Bill. "Oh yeah, gasped the man. "Really toxic" Martin heard the exchange and said "N..noo...wait" but he made no move to get up as the other trolls clustered round and stroked his body. The man gave a great grunt of release and thrust hard into Martin, his sagging buttocks quivering as he spurted. "There, there Martin." Said Bill as he bent and kissed his cheek. " It's in you now, Why not be a good little pig and let these other gentlemen have their turn?" With that we left him there as a second man got into position... "

Upstairs, Peter was bent over the sofa being fucked by an old man with spindly legs and whispy white hair. He had a nice cock though, as I watched it sliding in and out of Peter's arse. I went over and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked round and grinned, raising an eyebrow and licking his lips as his body shook to the old man's thrusts.

Bill raised an eyebrow as he took in Martin's plump body and innocent expression. "This is Martin, Peter's cousin." I explained. "Has a message for him, apparently." Bill looked at me and winked. "Well, go find him and I'll look after Martin here." As he spoke, he came round the counter. He was, as usual, naked and his cock was semi-hard with a drool of pre-cum dangling from the thick head. I thought Martin was shocked by his expression, but he didn't back away as Bill put his arm over his shoulder and his eyes were locked on Bill's dangling cock. I stepped out of my shorts as I was supposed to be nude at all times, and as I turned to go upstairs I heard Bill say "Why don't we go into the sitting room to wait, Martin? You look a little pale but these poppers will help relax you..."

A couple of days later, I was naked in the reception area talking to Bill. Peter was off somewhere with a mop and bucket. There were the usual regulars in such as Sid and Arthur as well as one or two of their friends who were older and wasted looking. The doorbell rang and Bill told me to see who it was. I slipped on my shorts and opened the door part way. There was a young lad outside, short, overweight and freshfaced. His eyes went wide as he took in my naked torso, at the same time as I vaguely recognised him as Peter's cousin who occasionally came to stay in the holidays. "Hi" I said. " It's...it's Martin isn't it? What brings you here?" He visibly gulped as he took in my naked torso and said "Hi. Peter's mum said he worked here and asked me to give him a message." I smiled to myself, thinking about Peter's mother and what she'd seen in this twink that amused her to send him into the spider's web! "You'd better come in. " I said. "He's around somewhere" I stood back and opened the door wider. Martin peered into the gloomy hallway behind me and hesitated a moment. "Well?" I said. With a nervous smile at me, he stepped over the threshold and I closed the door behind him.......